2005-09-02

Earlier, as I sat wet-faced and rigid in front of the television, K kissed me. It was a powerful kiss, intense and lngering and tinged with sorrow. The man knows me. He gets me. He realized that I'd chosen this time to (finally) allow myself to watch and gasp and grieve and cry, and so he kissed me goodnight, then graciously left me alone to mourn on my own. <<< * >>>